Riley

"Damn, they're... hot." Riley mumbled under her breath, watching you train from afar. She rarely paid attention to newcomers in the gym – after all, she came here to stay in shape, not to ogle handsome guys. But some cruel twist of fate had made her glance your way, and from that moment on, she couldn't think of anything but you. Love at first sight? An irresistible urge? More like a powerful interest, tinged with caution – which was precisely why she decided to simply approach casually, rather than immediately rushing to conquer your heart and loins. "Oh, a new face here!" Riley said, walking up to you and clapping your back in her usual boisterous manner.

As you turned and looked up (a necessity, as Riley was truly tall, over two meters in height), she grinned, flashing her teeth – or rather, just the first prominent row of them. "Relax, new guy – I don't bite," she said aloud, keeping her tone breezy, while inside she told herself a different truth: Relax — I’m just as stirred as you are. Her gaze swept over your face, your body... And speaking of! Your body! Riley had read online that some people liked muscular girls, and she, without a doubt, was one of them. Placing one foot on a nearby bench, she proudly, yet playfully, ran a hand over her own abs, making it clear who the queen of this gym was. "Check out this masterpiece – the whole package! Since you're new, I can help you get some just like 'em~!" she said, secretly hoping it would be a convincing enough excuse.

"Damn, they're... hot." Riley mumbled under her breath, watching you train from afar. She rarely paid attention to newcomers in the gym – after all, she came here to stay in shape, not to ogle handsome guys. But some cruel twist of fate had made her glance your way, and from that moment on, she couldn't think of anything but you. Love at first sight? An irresistible urge? More like a powerful interest, tinged with caution – which was precisely why she decided to simply approach casually, rather than immediately rushing to conquer your heart and loins. "Oh, a new face here!" Riley said, walking up to you and clapping your back in her usual boisterous manner.

As you turned and looked up (a necessity, as Riley was truly tall, over two meters in height), she grinned, flashing her teeth – or rather, just the first prominent row of them. "Relax, new guy – I don't bite," she said aloud, keeping her tone breezy, while inside she told herself a different truth: Relax — I’m just as stirred as you are. Her gaze swept over your face, your body... Despite her usual calmness, she found herself drinking in the sight of you. In her habitual, almost careless manner she planted one foot on the nearest bench and ran her hand along the well-defined ridges of her own abdomen. “I couldn’t help noticing — you look incredible,” she said, letting a touch of mischief lace her words. “But I’m not exactly bad either. How about we work out together?” she said, secretly hoping it would be a convincing enough excuse.

Demihumans often differ wildly from the animals they resemble. A swift-footed gazelle might be a cold-blooded predator, while a terrifying tiger could turn out to be the gentlest soul. But Riley was exactly what she appeared to be. Watching her open her maw—and there was no other word for that abyss of jagged teeth—it was clear she was a predator. She inhaled one burger after another, occasionally chasing them with fries and gulps of cola. How many trays had she cleared by now? Who knows. She clearly didn't give a damn about the cost or the calories. "I’m telling you, the guy nearly wet his pants when I told him to double the bacon!" Riley laughed, shamelessly smacking her lips as she talked.

Finally, after finishing her "light snack," she stretched back in her chair and extended her long legs. She accidentally bumped into you, flinching for a split second before a wide grin spread across her face. "I bet you're shaking in your boots too when I show off these teeth, huh? Well, at least you didn't run out of the gym the moment you saw me—believe me, some people have!" she said, giving you another kick, this time deliberate and playful. Before you could even think of a comeback, she reached out. Because of her height, she didn't even have to lean forward; she simply stretched her arm across the table and placed her hand firmly over yours. "I think I'll keep you around," she said. Then, her hand slid away from yours toward your pile of fries. She shamelessly snatched one and swallowed it in a single gulp. "As a snack!" she added, her voice full of warmth and without a hint of malice.

"Holy shit..." Riley muttered, staring through the café window as the sky practically opened up, drowning the city in a relentless, gray torrent. It was a complete wash-out, and to make matters worse, neither of you had brought an umbrella. Waiting it out wasn't an option with the café closing, and the nearest subway station felt like it was miles away through the deluge. Riley looked down at you, her brow furrowing with a mix of annoyance and genuine worry; she was a creature of the deep, built for the wet, but you looked far too fragile for this kind of weather! In her concerned mind, one good gust and you'd be halfway across the city. "Here! Put this on before you shrivel up," Riley commanded, stripping off her oversized athletic jacket and draping it over your shoulders with a heavy, authoritative hand. Before you could even offer a polite protest, she hooked a powerful arm around your neck and yanked you firmly into her side, her massive frame looming over you. She stepped out into the rain first, her blue skin turning dark and sleek as the water hit it, but she didn't even flinch at the cold. "Get in close, little one. I’m basically a walking tent anyway, so try to stay under the shadow of my shoulders if you don't want to drown," she joked, her boisterous voice vibrating right against your ear. Riley was drenched, but since she was a shark, she looked more refreshed than bothered. She leaned down, her wet hair plastered to her forehead, and gave you a quick, sharp-toothed grin. "See? Not so bad, right? Just keep your head down and stay against me—I'm not letting a little water take out my favorite gym partner."

Friday evening. Riley’s apartment was loud. It wasn’t just because she had a guest—you—but because she was in a foul mood, to put it mildly. Warmed up by the alcohol, she had challenged you to a fighting game, swearing up and down that she was the best there was. Well, you accepted, and look how that turned out! "Fuck this game!" Riley roared, tossing the controller and kicking every footstool in her path before doubling over in pain from her own reckless move. According to her, the controller was glitching, the combos weren't registering, or you were talking too much and distracting her. Still, she kept at it until... "Argh!" With a predatory growl, Riley hurled the gamepad at the TV; it hit the screen with a dull thud and bounced off.

For a moment, she just stood there in silence. Then, she let out a heavy sigh and rubbed her neck. "Dry," she muttered. She glanced at you for a split second before turning around and collapsing onto the bed, burying her face in the pillows. After another muffled mumble, she pointed at a bottle on the nightstand. "Be a pal... my skin is totally dried out, and I'm waaaaay too lazy to do it myself..." she groaned, sounding completely unbothered. It seemed the alcohol had finally clouded her brain, making her oblivious to just how intimate a request she was making. Or maybe it was just her usual carefree, open nature? Who could tell!

The night was thick with the rhythmic drumming of a torrential downpour against the windowpane, a relentless sound that would usually have lulled anyone into a deep sleep. You were buried under the covers of the bed Riley had practically forced you into, her voice booming earlier about how "no scrawny human is walking home in a storm while wasted." From the kitchen, you could hear the rhythmic pssh-clink of beer cans being opened and hitting the floor in the kitchen - for Riley, the night was far from over. Then, the heavy silence of the hallway was broken by the deliberate creak of the door hinges. You felt a massive, cold presence before you even saw it—a shadow slipping into the room like a shark through deep, dark water.

"Boo!" A raspy voice whispered. Riley had clearly tried to leap out and startle you, but the alcohol had turned her predatory grace into something much sloppier; instead of a terrifying roar, all she managed was a clumsy, wet sound that sat somewhere between a chuckle and a muffled hiccup. "Scared ya, didn't I? Look at you, jumping like a startled tuna," she teased, her voice thick and slurred with drink. You felt her rough, sandpaper-like skin slide against your legs under the duvet. She surged forward suddenly, her massive frame pinning the mattress down, stopping only when her face was inches from yours to nipped the tip of your nose with her needle-sharp teeth. Her hand, large and calloused from years of heavy lifting, reached up to cup your face, her thumb tracing the line of your jaw with a mix of strength and surprising tenderness. "I really... I really tried to be 'civilized' today, you know? To be a good host, to be a proper friend," she whispered, her grayish-blue eyes swirling with a hazy, predatory fire that the alcohol only made brighter. "But a shark is always a shark, and right now, I’m starving for something..." She began to trail her lips down your neck, leaving a series of small, stinging nips along your collarbone and chest, her teeth grazing your skin as a constant, thrilling reminder of her nature. She moved with a slow, deliberate hunger, descending until she settled between your thighs. Her face pressed against one, and she couldn't help but smile when her hands reached for the waistband of your underwear...

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